Lyrics

Yo, It's Millie man Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF I don't have to listen to what you gotta say I do, I do, whatever I want to You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you I'm clearin' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses I'm confident, Not a cocky dude They talk shit, I'm still makin' moves I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me You bought swag, I cop for free I'm the real deal, You a wannabe My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies I got my fav's, That's all I need Fuck the world, The world can't fuck me I don't have to listen to what you gotta say I do, I do, whatever I want to You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great bitch I don't got a job, But you, You work the grave shift I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line I ain't lyin', I feel fine You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine It's my time you're minutes late You see me. Oh you copy, paste Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the fuck out my face I don't have to listen to what you gotta say I do, I do, whatever I want to You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) Kyle Lucas: I'm doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it My last shit, I surpassed it I killed it, It's in a casket These adjectives are drastic So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down And if they unaware, They finna know now See this hate is all poppin', The bitches make me feel popula It gets my profit up, I don't give a fuck if I'm hip hop enough So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out Even with the top down, With your chicks top down I don't have to listen to what you gotta say I do, I do, whatever I want to You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)